With a huge sigh I look at the daily planner which hasn't really been useful in planning even a single day in the last 365 days of my life. All it helped was in constantly reminding me the dates of T1's, T2's ,Quizes & what not continuous evaluative components of the semester. But yeah, the significance of these reminders for a BITSian was powerful enough for putting the planner in the constant purview of my eyesight all the time.
As I lean back on the couch and let the world of thoughts engulf me, I still can't believe that another year has come and before I know it...has gone. Just like my thoughts on the eve of every other new year.Just like my usual self,when I always say to myself "How as it become so late so soon?".A part of me figures, May be I get so carried away by the moment & get drained in the experiences of the past, that I wish the cherished experiences would stay a little longer. But with a hint of rationality, I condescendingly look at at myself for being melodramatic.
As I look back at the past 12 months and let my thoughts recollect every little ounce of memory hidden deep in the deepest recesses of my brain, reflections of the past play an automated slide show before my eyes. I realize that a lot had happened. This year, our country saw a new phase in the form of the rise of Aam aadmi party. God knows how far it will go politically, but it is the only body to raise its voice against corruption at the national level.Openly...of course. The judicial system of the country has finally found it is right to hang Kasab, the terrorist who has created havoc throughout the nation. Well, Justice delayed is Justice denied. In the prestigious London Olympics, the entire country of more than 1 billion people were happy that we bagged half a dozen medals while U.S just leaped past the century figure. This is also that dreaded year, where Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar, the GOD of cricket in our nation has finally decided to hang his boots in the colored shirts much to the grief of the country as well as silencing the voices of found-in-every-street baseless critics.Well, he also been appointed as a people's representative as he is casted into the upper house of the Indian parliamentary system.But ending on a gravely sadder note, the country was baffled by the death, or should I say murder, of an Indian woman molested in the National capital. The entire population of the nation has taken a united stand in the memory of an innocent girl who has been brutally molested in the heart of the country. Hopefully, All those intense protests and candle light marches opens the eyes of the government to make stringent laws for protection of women in the country. And yeah, Abhijit Mukherjee...please please resign. We may not stand against incompetent politicians, as their figure seems to be on an increasing note every year, but we definitely do not need 'politicians' like you who gets ripped of on a national LIVE debate because he says only one response to every query of Arnob Goswamy irrespective of understanding or even trying to understand the simple question.
And as my thoughts roll on, I understand that my inner world has changed at a much bigger context. Just like every passing phase, people around in my life had changed.But this time with more than a pinch of hurt, as I left behind some of my closest friends in campus to do an internship in Bangalore.Well, I knew I didn't have much of a choice there but to leave behind friends even before the completion of graduation did shatter a part of my heart much to the grief of good-byes. If only time friezes for the happy moments to stay longer! This time, I had a hard time explaining & convincing myself that Life goes On!
A sweet little inner voice shouts, A lot had happened.A lot further had changed! As a famous quote goes "Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematicians subtle; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend." Like the heart-warming story of Barfi!, I understand that life has much more to it than what catches the naked eye. Through the brave heart of Brendan Rodgers, I understand that vision, planning, hard work & determination stands at the heart of the revival of our lives. I just hope a few years from now, he stays at that same position & restores Liverpool FC into the top bracket of European football, as Champions! Through hours & hours in the world of novels, deep inside I know that Paulo Coelho, Sidney Sheldon, Durjoy Dutta and loads of other writers have stirred emotions and touched places in my heart, which has helped me grow into a wiser and intellectual person which I am today. Through my memorable stint at Bangalore, I know that leving behind friends is never gonna be easy, even if the friendships are made in a short frame of time.
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And now, as I brace myself to face the final frontier in education phase, my heart still feels incomplete for the lack of something. That something being a lack of plan to achieve my ambition or a difficulty to choose the next step of life or a simple thought of leaving BITS-Pilani..I still debate among myself. May be the time to use daily planners effectively still hasn't come in my life. May be I should not take the grand planner calender my dad offers me every year. But irrespective of it, I know that my mind wouldn't stop battling in its relentless pursuit of ambition. May be, I will grow up next year into a much more wiser ass & let my thoughts shape into a plan. But for now, with an overloaded thinking capacity & a much more thoughtful brain, I cherish the final moments of the calender year. Adios 2012!
As I lean back on the couch and let the world of thoughts engulf me, I still can't believe that another year has come and before I know it...has gone. Just like my thoughts on the eve of every other new year.Just like my usual self,when I always say to myself "How as it become so late so soon?".A part of me figures, May be I get so carried away by the moment & get drained in the experiences of the past, that I wish the cherished experiences would stay a little longer. But with a hint of rationality, I condescendingly look at at myself for being melodramatic.
As I look back at the past 12 months and let my thoughts recollect every little ounce of memory hidden deep in the deepest recesses of my brain, reflections of the past play an automated slide show before my eyes. I realize that a lot had happened. This year, our country saw a new phase in the form of the rise of Aam aadmi party. God knows how far it will go politically, but it is the only body to raise its voice against corruption at the national level.Openly...of course. The judicial system of the country has finally found it is right to hang Kasab, the terrorist who has created havoc throughout the nation. Well, Justice delayed is Justice denied. In the prestigious London Olympics, the entire country of more than 1 billion people were happy that we bagged half a dozen medals while U.S just leaped past the century figure. This is also that dreaded year, where Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar, the GOD of cricket in our nation has finally decided to hang his boots in the colored shirts much to the grief of the country as well as silencing the voices of found-in-every-street baseless critics.Well, he also been appointed as a people's representative as he is casted into the upper house of the Indian parliamentary system.But ending on a gravely sadder note, the country was baffled by the death, or should I say murder, of an Indian woman molested in the National capital. The entire population of the nation has taken a united stand in the memory of an innocent girl who has been brutally molested in the heart of the country. Hopefully, All those intense protests and candle light marches opens the eyes of the government to make stringent laws for protection of women in the country. And yeah, Abhijit Mukherjee...please please resign. We may not stand against incompetent politicians, as their figure seems to be on an increasing note every year, but we definitely do not need 'politicians' like you who gets ripped of on a national LIVE debate because he says only one response to every query of Arnob Goswamy irrespective of understanding or even trying to understand the simple question.
And as my thoughts roll on, I understand that my inner world has changed at a much bigger context. Just like every passing phase, people around in my life had changed.But this time with more than a pinch of hurt, as I left behind some of my closest friends in campus to do an internship in Bangalore.Well, I knew I didn't have much of a choice there but to leave behind friends even before the completion of graduation did shatter a part of my heart much to the grief of good-byes. If only time friezes for the happy moments to stay longer! This time, I had a hard time explaining & convincing myself that Life goes On!
A sweet little inner voice shouts, A lot had happened.A lot further had changed! As a famous quote goes "Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematicians subtle; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend." Like the heart-warming story of Barfi!, I understand that life has much more to it than what catches the naked eye. Through the brave heart of Brendan Rodgers, I understand that vision, planning, hard work & determination stands at the heart of the revival of our lives. I just hope a few years from now, he stays at that same position & restores Liverpool FC into the top bracket of European football, as Champions! Through hours & hours in the world of novels, deep inside I know that Paulo Coelho, Sidney Sheldon, Durjoy Dutta and loads of other writers have stirred emotions and touched places in my heart, which has helped me grow into a wiser and intellectual person which I am today. Through my memorable stint at Bangalore, I know that leving behind friends is never gonna be easy, even if the friendships are made in a short frame of time.
And now, as I brace myself to face the final frontier in education phase, my heart still feels incomplete for the lack of something. That something being a lack of plan to achieve my ambition or a difficulty to choose the next step of life or a simple thought of leaving BITS-Pilani..I still debate among myself. May be the time to use daily planners effectively still hasn't come in my life. May be I should not take the grand planner calender my dad offers me every year. But irrespective of it, I know that my mind wouldn't stop battling in its relentless pursuit of ambition. May be, I will grow up next year into a much more wiser ass & let my thoughts shape into a plan. But for now, with an overloaded thinking capacity & a much more thoughtful brain, I cherish the final moments of the calender year. Adios 2012!
